Evening Star Newspaper, March 10, 1935, Page 79

THIS WEEK GOLDEN EAGLE ORDINARY “your hands! Here, let me," and leaning over the bar, she held the glass to his lips as he bent forward drinking " in the fiery-smooth brandy and the L] fiery-smooth beauty of the girl's face and breast above the gold-flowered, v-shaped low-cut bodice. Bullock stretched his glass at arm’s length and sighted over its rim at Burr, as if it were a pistol. “I drink to you, Aaron Burr,” he said in his high-pitched voice, “to your speedy conviction, your well- deserved execution, and your ever- lasting damnation!” So saying, he drained his glass. “‘Once I admired you — a grandson of the sainted Jonathan Edwards —"" “Through no fault of mine,” mur- mured Burr, sipping his brandy. “] admit your good qualities,” Gideon continued. “You carried the body of General Montgomery off the field under the fire of British guns.” “And what for?”” Burr asked. “What good is a dead general? What good is a live one?” Captain Spaight spluttered. Shirley smiled. But Bullock was not to be ‘side-tracked. ‘““‘Aaron Burr, how can you expect God to save you from eternal damnation?”’ ““Well, Mr. Bullock, 1 think God is not as black as He is painted.” “You do, do you? That's your trouble exactly. You lack moral prin- ciples. You betrayed your country—"" “Stop! I'm not a traitor. I never intended to take an inch of the terri- tory of the United States —" “But you would have taken Mexico."” *‘Oh, well, Mexico —"’* Colonel Burr shrugged. “And for what but to threaten the Union? What would you have done with it?” “That's a secret.” The Colonel’s vowe was playful. He glanced at the Captam Spaight thought this show had gone on long enough. “Sergeant,” he ordered, “take the prisoner up- stairs. We've got to get an early start in the morning. Guard the door and the window. Keep a candle burning. Keep his hands tied.” ‘‘Yes, sir,”’ said both the sergeants. “Show them to their rooms, daughter,” Mr. Stewart commanded. She led the way up the creaking stairs. Burr followed, the two ser- geants behind him. The tap room lay in inky darkness. The stairs creaked faintly. Silence. They creaked again. There was the barely perceptible sound of feet care- fully and slowly descending them. Low whi 3 “Ssh! They may waken.”” Another voice. “So may I. Don’t tell me you're not a dream.” The door in the back of the room was opened slowly. Colonel Burr and Shirley Stewart stood in the glimmer- ing rug of moonlight on the threshold. “Quick,” she whispered. “There’s a horse for you, ready and saddled.” *A horse — a horse —?"' “What did you expect — a broom- stick?” She turned him around so that she stood behind him. *“‘Oh, your arms, I almost forgot them,” she murmured, untying the buckskin thong that held his wrists together. “Here’'s some money — and here's something else you may need.” She drew a pistol from her bodice and placed it in his hand. Burr stretched his arms and took a deep breath of the luminous air. “God,” he said wonderingly, “I'm free!” On his right was the stable dozing in the powdery light of the hunter’'s moon. Far over the hills the road ran. He stuck the pistol in his pocket, and his heart beat high. ‘“You know the Pole Star,"” said the girl. “Ride east from it all night and then toward the dawn —"’ “How did you get me out of the room?” he asked her. “There’s a secret panel in the wall. That's why I put you in that room. 1 fm'md"it — playing — when I was a He took her hands and kissed them. “You most beautiful girl,”” he mur- mured, drawing her towards him, gazing at her dark eyes, innocent and yet satiric under the long curving , and the little mouth full of ‘“You men — you're so conceited, all of you! It wasn’t because I cared anything about you —" She had meant to keep her voice cool and haughty, but it would come out so shaky! “Now go. I felt sorry for you. I'd l_l‘ave done it for any man. Good- B.nt he did not move. “Please, please, make haste — I oughtn’t to set you free.” “You Shirley?"” I think you're crazy.” She stretched out her hands. “Goodbye — for good.”” He tool the hands held out to him. ‘Do you think it's a little thing you have done for me tonight? Something 1 can say ‘thank you' and ‘goodbye’ for, and forget?"” There was a sudden noise near them. He caught the trembling girl tightly in his arms. A second, and she was out and across the porch. “Thank God,” she whispered, coming back. ““A bucket — it turned over. Oh, if I ever catch that cat!” “Now you must come with me,” he pleaded, “‘to France, to Rome, to —"’ “No,” she said, “‘no, please go. I'll hate you if you stay.” His arms dropped to his sides. He gazed straight at her, and her eyelids drooped, but she felt his look on her face. After a long time he said, ‘“‘Now I have looked on such beauty as not many men ever see on the earth, and 1 have you fixed in my eyes, so I will go.” He meant it. At the end of his life, remembering many lovely women who had loved him — debutantes of Fair- field and Litchfield, Celeste of Phila- delphia, Magaret Moncrieffe of New York, Madame de Castre, the singer of Stockholm, the Indian girl on the march to Quebec, the landlady’s daughter at Janina, and the Princess Louisa of Gotha — this girl here in the moonlight would stick in his memory as the loveliest of them all. The horse in the stable whinnied. A bat swooped over the moon. Burr stepped from the porch and walked across the mystical glow-worm green of the moonlit grass. A red star hung low on the horizon. Fireflies tinseled the olive-green shadows of the heaven trees. Hearing a little sob behind him, he stopped. “No, no,” dear —"* The sensation of her body pressed, fiercely trembling, against him and her arms tight about his neck made him dizzy. At last she pushed him away with her arms, and held him with her hands. “Goodbye again, Sweetheart o And he said quickly, “No, not yet,” and then more slowly: ““This is one of life’s exquisite hours, compounded of beauty and darkness, danger and romance. So rare, so sweet, soswift . . . and we let them slip through our fingers till life itself is gone!’ A cock- crow ran like summer lightning across the distant hills. “Remember this, Shirley, don't let them slip past you too quickly. You must recognize them by a certain glory — they are gar- landed with beauty and jeweled with peril — and you must hold tight to them with the fingertips of your body and soul. One of them is as good as a dull lifetime, two are better than a hope of heaven, and three — oh, three are worth the risk of a visit to hell.” It was almost dawn. The sky turned the cqlor of ashes, the moon paled, leaves stretched themselves, birds ruffied their wings and yawned. The stairs creaked, cautious foot- steps descending. Aaron Burr and Shirley heard, and their arms tight- ened about each other with the quick shock of fear. Silently she pulled him behind the door. He grimaced with shamefaced despair. He had Kkissed away his chance of escape! The two sergeants, tiptoeing down the stairs, spoke in angry whispers: “I wasn't asleep, I tell you.” “Then how did the candle burn out?”’ “How should I know? If you had kept your lousy carcass in front of the door —"' “Door, hell — 1 was at the window." “Do you reckon that gal helped him?"’ “Shut up. We might ketch him yet without waking anybody.” “Look outside. Look in the stable.”” They passed out through the open door. Burr walked back into the room, and the girl followed him. “I'm a fool,” he said flatly. “Yes,” she said, “but you can get away yet — through the front door.” “No, it's too late.”” The sergeants, he saw, were returning. He took the pistol from his pocket. ““Here, dearest, take this.”” He thrust it into her hand. “Point it at me, quick!” He stepped back and held his hands over his head, facing the girl, as the sergeants entered. morning, Sergeant “Top of the "Had a nice nap, Miss think I'm free — now — she whispered, “not yet, Gray,” he said. Sergeant Kane? You owe Stewart a debt of thanks. But for her, you would hardly have the pleasure of seeing me again.” “Thank God, and thank you, lady,” said Sergeant Kane. “‘Hold him! Keep that gun on him while we tie him up.” Shirley had been pointing the pistol at Burr as if dazed. Now the color ( Continued from page six) came back to her face. She turned the pistol on the sergeants. ““You fools,” she said, “if you touch him, I'll kill you. Hold your hands high, both of you.” quick gl;nee of admiring wonder. He darted to the door. Helookedatt.he road winding over the eastern hills. He stopped. He turned back at the threshold. ““No, I can’t. 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